"Capeesh," Torian muttered miserably. "Wait, what does capeesh mean?"
Roxy tossed him a glare, and he whimpered from the look.
"Loud and clear," Syris sighed. Roxy disappeared into the room, slamming the door with a thud.
As soon as she was gone, Kaelen stood up from the sofa, stretching. He walked over to Torian and slapped him on the back.
"Don't worry, Tiger," Kaelen grinned. "I'm sure you look very handsome holding a hammer."
"Go away, Wolf," Torian grumbled. "Or I will build the table out of you."
Later that afternoon, the two primitive beasts were busy trying to finish their punishment, so they could finally go whine in front of Roxy so she could let them sleep with her.
That's if she wasn't still angry with them,
"Ow! What kind of weapon is this?!!"
Torian, the King of the Golden Citadel, threw the hammer into the snow. He gripped his thumb, dancing a little jig of pain in his ruined silk boots.
